Monday, July 8, 2013
Class or Cop Out: Analysis of The Unloved
Ugh. I'd still been forcing myself along on The Unloved. Why is it The Unloved? I've tried really hard to figure that one out (so as to avoid this situation in the future!). I'm all for learning from your mistakes so you don't have to keep repeating them.
The yarn? Nope, it is a beautiful silk. Slips through my fingers like butter. Now, the color... not the one I really wanted. But, let's face it, pale yellow does NOT look all that great on fair folk.
The lace (even on the purl side)? Nope, I love knitting lace. Keeps my focus WAY better than simple knits, which I continually have to "fix" because I've strayed off path.
So, what gives? I've had advice from putting it aside to just plain frogging (for you non-knitters, that's just unraveling the whole thing). But, I HATE starting things and not finishing them. And, really, it's looking pretty good. Still, it is like W.O.R.K. for me to get anything done on this one.
Enter: Entrelac Class at our LYS.
Perfect excuse for putting The Unloved aside for awhile. After all, the class started on Friday; I had to START mine then, too. Right? It is a class, not a cop out. Right?
Well, you might fall for that if you didn't know:
1) I've done entrelac before.
2) I'm not using the class pattern.
3) How STUCK I've been on The Unloved.
All I'll say is that the frustrations and disappointments of my busy past two weeks began to f.a.l.l. a.w.a.y. Friday afternoon as the little squares of Noro emerged from my knitting needles. Each stitch soothed my soul and the world righted itself in the simple repetitive motion.
I think I understand why I have had issues with The Unloved. You see the pattern for the entrelac? It is a shawl. Next, you'll see the beautiful silk is trying to become a bolero.
Apparently, it is not just the knitting process that I love; it is the object I am creating. The deal seems to be: I JUST LIKE DOING SHAWLS. I have hardly ever worn a sweater I've made. I just don't. But, my shawls... they are part of my everyday life. They wrap me in beautiful color and texture and make me smile...
And, they soothe that part of my heart that misses... The Little Man.
He turns four today. It hardly seems anytime since I drove 16 hours... just to welcome him into our lives... and hold him in my arms. Oh, I love this child. Happy Birthday, Little Man. Your Noni loves you and your Little Brother to the moon and back... bigger than the sky and all the stars...
"Between grief and nothing I will take grief." William Faulkner, 1949
Hoping you solve a little mystery in your own life today... blessings ~ tanna